John Denver

To him it was a joy... Until he ran out into the warm airHe thought of how his friends would come to see;And would they laugh, or had he got some strange disease?

The people sat waiting Out on their blankets in the gardenBut God said nothingSo someone asked him: "I beg your pardon: I'm not quite clear about what you just spokeWas that a parable, or a very subtle joke?"

God shuffled his feet

and glanced around at them;The people

Just cleared their throats

and stared right back at him

The people sipped their wine

And what with God there, they asked him questionsLike: do you have to eatOr get your hair cut in heaven?And if your eye got poked out in this lifeWould it be waiting up in heaven with your wife?.

After seven days

He was quite tired

so God said:"Let there be a day Just for picnics, with wine and bread"He gathered up some people he had made Created blankets and laid back in the shade